Recipes

Monday, January 25, 2016

Yum. This ice is cream delicious and creamy. We’ve been on a homemade ice cream kick at our house. So far we’ve made eggnog (for Christmas eve), chocolate, and plain old vanilla.

Simple. Classic. Delicious.

But, it was time to step outside the box and try something new. I wanted to try a cashew and coconut based ice cream rather than the traditional cream + egg recipe (which, IS amazing but the way). I loathe “heathy” ice cream recipes that have an icy texture and weird ingredients. Keeping true to my nutritional philosophy, I wanted to make a recipe that was tasty using REAL ingredients. No fake stuff. Or processed stuff. So here is my first attempt. There is room for improvement, but I can say that the resulting product was pretty tasty and creamy.

Lately I've been obsessed with Flora Rooibos Chai Tea. It's been my go to mid-morning pick me up. A touch of milk, a touch of honey. Perfection! So I had to incorporate this delicious spicy, sweet flavor into ice cream. It was meant to be!

As I mentioned, I wanted to make an out-of-the-box ice cream recipe. Since vegan, nut-based recipes are all the rage right now, I decided to create my own. I love the creamy texture of cashews, so I paired them with the creamy goodness of coconut milk. The trick to non-dairy ice cream is to include FAT. This recipe is not low-fat at all, it has plenty of creamy texture from the cashews and coconut milk. That's why it tastes good. But, unlike regular ice cream, this recipe also packs added nutritional benefits.

For the sweetener I decided to use a mix of maple syrup and dates. Mostly because I love the taste of maple syrup. Especially paired with the chai! For a thicker texture I used half dates (1/4 c of each) to create the consistency I was looking for. I think any sweetener of choice would work here.

Finally I needed something to add a little more sustenance. My first attempt at this recipes resulted in a bit "chalky" flavor, as described by Zach. No good. The second time around I adjusted the ratios and added in a banana. MUCH better. I also added cacao nibs for some crunch, which I would highly recommend!

Another important note- I used freshly ground spices. It's not hard to grind your own and it's SO SO worth the effort. The fragrance of freshly ground spices is hard to beat. All you need is a grater (cheese grater can work) and mortar and pestle (or bowl and spoon in a pinch).

To prepare the ice cream, just blend all ingredients and add to an ice cream maker. It mixes just like a dairy based ice cream, so follow the instructions of the manufacturer.

The finished product is delicious. A topping of chocolate salt and drizzle of maple syrup doesn't hurt either!

Vegan Coconut Chai Ice Cream

by Stephanie Howe

Prep Time: 15 min

Cook Time: 25 min

Keywords: dessert vegan ice-cream

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Ingredients

2 c raw cashews, soaked overnight

1 banana

1/4 c chai tea (see NOTE)

1 can coconut milk (full fat)

1/2 c maple syrup or 1/2 c packed dates (pitted and soaked for a few min)

Break apart green cardamom pods and discard the pods. Use a mortar and pestle to finely smash the cardamom until a fine dust. For the cinnamon and nutmeg, freshly grate and set aside

To prepare the Ice Cream

Add cashews, banana, coconut milk, spices, salt, maple syrup/dates, and tea to a blender. Turn on and process until smooth. Transfer to an ice cream maker and follow instructions (about 20 minutes). In the last 5 min add the cacao nibs. Store in freezer. To serve, allow to warm for 3-5 min before scooping.

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

After a couple weeks, the initial shock of surgery wore off
and I was finally able to conceptualize what happened. And then the pain set
in. Both physical and emotional pain flooded over me, taking me by surprise.
The first couple weeks were all about adjusting. I was finding a new state of
normal, both in my body and how I structured my day. No more was I carving out
the time to fit in one, sometimes two workouts a day. Instead, I was trying to
fill that time with something else. The first week or so back home was easier
than I thought. Mundane tasks, such as taking a shower or walking into the
kitchen, took effort. So each day was comprised of literally just taking care
of myself. It exhausted me to really do anything. For a few days I didn’t leave
the house and used all my energy to just exist. It sounds more dramatic that it
was, but I didn’t have much motivation to go above and beyond activities of
daily living.

Couch buddies

After graduating from crutches, I was more excited to get
out and about. And then the first wave of pain hit me. It was an emotional
wave. Suddenly I wanted to be active again. For years, my day has revolved
around some sort of activity, and I was empty. I longed to join my friends and
husband as they went out for epic ski and running adventures over the holiday
break. As I sat and twiddled my thumbs waiting for said friends to return from
said adventures, I felt an inner frustration rising. Sadness, misery, and envy
began to show their ugly faces. I could hardly even bear spending time with my
friends because I didn’t want to hear about things that were suddenly not part
of my life anymore. It was depressing. And I just wallowed in it. I found
myself waking up and just trying to waste the day so I could go to sleep and
have it be tomorrow. I felt pretty down and wasn’t sure how to move past it.

Page from my journal. Trying to process the pain.

While I was working to process the emotional pain, I was hit
by a second wave of pain. This time physical pain. Again, it hit me out of the
blue and took me for surprise. Post-surgery I had little to no pain, just a
swollen foot and no mobility. But, as the swelling went down and I started to
test the waters, I felt a sharp, deep pain with movement. It sent me spiraling
backwards in my mental recovery, as I was expecting relentless forward progress
on the physical side. Each step I took was excruciating as I slowly limped
around. I got looks of pity from passerbyers and had people open doors and help me carry
things. It was a nice gesture, but reminded me just how utterly inept I was. I
spoke with my surgeon in Sweden and he assured me that this pain was normal and
to be expected. I was on track and just needed to be patient. Right.

I feel the same way bud.....

So to add insult to injury, not only did I have to stay
sedentary, but I was also physical hurting and beating myself up for it. Not
good. Not good at all. These feeling culminated one day when I found
myself so distraught I could hardly stand it. Zach came home from skiing to
find me in tears on the couch clutching our dog. I was distraught. I couldn’t
see past the present moment. We spent the next three hours chiseling away
the layers to get to the core of the problem. Two cores actually. One was my
need to feel alive through physical movement. I had been able to do some rowing
and lifting, but it didn’t really satisfy my need. I wanted to be outside and breathe
fresh air. Since Oregon is on track for record snowfall this year, it wasn’t
going to happen at home. So we decided maybe a trip to somewhere warm for few
days might be in order. Problem number one = check.

Bend right now. Cold, dark, & snowy.

Hawaii right now. Warm, sunny, & beautiful.

Problem number two was a
little more complicated. I have this internal desire to be perfect at
everything I do and to prove myself time and time again. And when I don’t live
up to my standards, I beat myself up. What I realized after talking to Zach is
that I am enough. I need to be kind to myself and not hold myself to such
unattainable standards. A week or so ago I had set a goal to get out
of the house everyday and do some sort of activity. I had been alternating
between the ski ergometer and rowing machine at the gym for about 20-30
minutes. During my teary-eyed heart to heart with Zach I confessed how I felt
my time at the gym was so pointless and infuriating. It took so much mental effort
to complete 20 minutes. 20 minutes!
That is nothing when you are used to running for hours each day. Zach just looked
at me and said “If I were you I’d just
lay on the couch and watch movies. That sounds terrible. You are my fucking
hero for going to the gym everyday.” And then I smiled for the first time
all day.

Fast forward a week and I’m just returning from my warm
weather get away. I gained perspective and a healthier outlook on my recovery.
Today I only feel remnants of both the emotional and physical pain. I allowed
myself to heal and am coming back stronger than I was a week ago. My foot only
has a scar remaining and I’m walking without a limp. My mind is clear and I am
smiling much more every day.

New beach styles. Running shoes + swimsuit.

Progress: Week 3 (bottom) vs Week 4 (top)

The next phase of my recovery will be adding in some actual
cross training! At 5 weeks post-surgery I can begin light cycling, which means
15 minutes, 3 days per week. I look forward to this benchmark as it means I can
do real, actual activity! But I’m also bracing myself for another wave of
emotional turmoil as I readjust once again. But that’s a whole week away. For
now I’m going to enjoy my new found contentment and appreciation for just being
me. I am enough.